” I admitted. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I can’t suck that dick anymore.”“Bull shit,” he spat, “You’ve got me this far,... you got to get me the last mile.” “I can’t, driver. I’m so fucking sore, I can barely stand. I can’t do it.” “Bull shit!” he spat again, angrily. “You’re going get this load out of me.”He lurched at me, grabbing me by the shoulder and pinning me against the metal wall of the stall. His forearm was against the back of my neck; his other hand held me at the waist; and. I go inside the booth drop my robe so im fully naked. My hubby then follows in behind me and secures my arms and hands over my head to the top of the booth. Then my legs are secured spread wide apart by tying my feet to each side at the bottom.There is a huge sign on the front that says "GROPE HER BOOTH". Hubby then stands outside the booth offering any one passing by a free feel. He lets them reach into one of the slits near my lower leg or high middle back. Just to get a quick free feel.The. I sat there on the bed going “uba, uba, uba” as if there was a short circuit between my brain and speech centers and my cock went from limp to fully engorged is about 3/10’s of a second, springing out through the hole in the front of my skivvies. “Well” she said looking down “at least someone is glad to see me!” Using one hand she pushed me back on the bed while the other grabbed a hold of my cock with a strength that actually surprised me. She crawled up my body and relinquished her hold on my. Even through thenoise of the shower did I hear his moan, or was it a sigh, I didn't care, Iwanted more of that dick. He had the strength in his body but I had thepower to make him go weak. I took more of him into my mouth, running mytongue all over and I slowly started to move my head up and down his shaft.As his hips started to move with the rhythm, I brought my right hand round,to cup and then stroke his balls. As the rhythm increased, I could sensethat he wasn't far off. I gently squeezed.